You shed your skin
And showed me how
Our scars are different
But we both have them
We both wear them with pride

You stepped into my waters
Now they are forever changed
They flow through many banks
Falling off a few cliffs
Diving into a plunge pool
Swirling a whirlwind
In my head, it's dizzying

And every fortnight, the world
Hits the brakes and inertia jerks my world
Into this mess of 'what happened's
And 'what went wrong's

And when the pendulum
Reaches for me, I reach out too
But even when I have a grasp of it
I'm only a **** away from falling
Into infinite insignificant space

The bluest of oceans
Reside
In your beautiful eyes
Your gaze speaks eons
Of your hermit heart
Yet not one speck, I sense
Of lonesomeness
In your life
All I can pick
Is your joyful vibe
Your horsepower mind
Intrigues me
How you solve mysteries
That bind you in a world
Smaller than your universe
How you escape, lost in an expanse
Where you feel more at home
How with the darkening of the sky
As the snow reflects moonlight
Your energies rise in unison with the tide
How your howl feels more like a hymn to meditate on
What are you, wise soul?
Such beauty wrapped in mush and fur

Everyone is talking
About love
Today

Very few
Actually
Loving

I am beautiful
Inside and out
With the most enigmatic eyes
And a heart of gold
                                      How do you know?
I've been told

I am a mouse
I cannot opine
Because I have no opinions of my own
I can never be bold
                                      How do you know?
I've been told

I am a ******
A semi-psychotic person
Who is warm, one moment
And another, unpredictably cold
                                      How do you know?
I've been told

I am coy, too shy
Too straightforward
For this twisted world
I'm from an era too old
                                      How do you know?
I've been told

I am bold, too bold
In my sexuality
I am losing character
Of which, I need to get a hold
                                      How do you know?
I've been told

I am not a woman, or even human
No really, I'm an armchair
I am not who I perceive myself to be
My identity belongs to them, me - they mould
                                      How do you know?
Do I have to be told?

I told you
But
You did not
Listen to that voice
That is me

It comes often
As a surprise
Wrapped in a warm,
Fuzzy, mint blanket
Of love,
Concern and care
And falls like rain
Causing the flowers
In our garden
To dance in full bloom